You Became A Killing God At The Beginning, Why Did Your Majesty Rebel?

The enemy was in chaos, and the enemy was in chaos.

The strangely appearing Eighteen Riders of Yanyun burst into battle the moment they appeared, carrying scimitars and rushing into the crowd like jackals.

Boom! ! !

The eighteen soul realms took action, which was like a bolt from the blue for these ordinary armies. They were simply unable to resist and were killed and wounded in an instant.

“Retreat!”

The moment Zuo Shan saw the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun take action, he turned around and ordered the army to retreat without any hesitation.

This scene made Ning Fan dumbfounded.

This former military god who was famous in Daliang was so conservative in marching and fighting?

Damn it, the killing has already started. You have 150,000 troops under your command, but you are retreating without fighting?

“Kill!”

Ning Fan knew that the ambush he set up was useless.

If it were anyone else, they would charge forward without hesitation in this situation, but this old guy chose to retreat.

In this case, we can only kill him!

Ning Fan gave an order, and figures suddenly appeared in the woods on both sides of the road. Their bodies had been thoroughly wet by the rain, and they rushed out with weapons in hand, shouting angrily.

“Charge and kill!”

But what Ning Fan didn’t expect was that when the ambush in the woods just appeared, Zuo Shan, who was still shouting to retreat, waved his hand and changed his tone immediately.

Damn it!

Ning Fan’s eyes were spitting fire. This damn guy is really an old loach, so fucking slippery!

With a retreat, his ambush completely failed. After showing his head, it meant that the ambush was no longer useful, and the formation was not neat.

In such a situation, the advantage was all on Zuo Shan’s side.

Ning Fan cursed, but he had to admit that this guy was really good.

This kind of decision-making on the battlefield was easy, and he could make the best decision for his side in an instant.

But the next second, the 150,000 troops just launched a charge… Boom, the earth shook, and in this heavy rain, rolling dust rose on the ground.

Then, there was a hysterical scream.

A deep pit appeared on the ground, with sharp wooden spikes standing in it. The soldiers who fell into the pit were killed at this moment, like a candied haws.

The blood flowed all over the ground, which looked so dazzling.

“Bastard!”

Zuo Shan’s eyes almost exploded when he saw this scene. He gritted his teeth and cursed.

No wonder, those guys who stood out from the woods did not choose to rush out from the main road, but started to shuttle through the woods.

It turned out that there was a killing pit in the middle of the main road!

“Ning Fan!!!”

Zuo Shan roared repeatedly.

A steady stream of figures rushed out from the woods, poured out from the rear, bypassed the killing pit, and directly fought with Zuo Shan’s 150,000 troops.

At the same time, there was a violent fluctuation behind the army. It was the Great Snow Dragon Riders who rushed from the rear and directly cut off the tail of the 150,000 troops.

Zuo Shan felt even colder after feeling the riot in the rear.

“Turn around in the rear, quickly!”

Zuo Shan roared and commanded.

Although the chaos in the rear made him a little panic, he didn’t think it was a big problem.

The detour to the rear to raid was destined to have a small number of people, otherwise if there were too many people, they would inevitably be discovered by their scouts and exposed.

Therefore, in Zuo Shan’s opinion, if the army in the rear turned around and killed the enemy troops that suddenly appeared, they could free up their hands to deal with Ning Fan’s tens of thousands of troops.

In the void, Huang Yazi fought two nine-fold saints alone.

Holding a long sword, his swordsmanship was domineering.

But… after all, it was one person fighting two saints, and two fists were no match for four hands. He could not lose, but as the two fought more and more fiercely, Huang Yazi could not take them down at all.

“Ning Fan!!!”

Huang Yazi gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

Bastard, don’t you know how to fight quickly!

“Unending hell, open!”

Wow, as Ning Fan stomped his feet, the endless ink-like field opened instantly, completely covering half of the sky.

Then, the soul-destroying nail on Ning Fan’s forehead appeared strangely, and he rushed towards a nine-fold saint who was killing happily.

Bang! ! !

When the soul-destroying nail fiercely pierced into his mind, the Nine-fold Saint screamed fiercely, then held his head with both hands and fell to the ground with a bang.

Without the attack of a giant, Huang Yazi’s pressure was reduced immediately, his eyes were blazing, and he raised his sword and slashed at the other person.

The Nine-fold Saint who was hit by the soul-destroying nail had bloodshot eyes and blue veins bursting on his forehead, one by one, like a dragon, which looked shocking.

He quickly climbed up from the ground, his eyes glaring, bloodshot.

“I’ll kill you!”

The Nine-fold Saint, whose mind quickly suppressed the pain, stared at Ning Fan, and after a roar, he soared into the sky and killed Ning Fan.

“Just you?”

Ning Fan, looking down from above, looked at the Nine-fold Saint rising from the ground, his eyes full of contempt.

Huang Yazi could fight two alone, and he was only at a disadvantage, which showed what kind of people these two Nine-fold Saints were.

Strong, that must be strong.

But at most, he was just an upper-middle-level Nine-fold Saint.

How could such a guy possibly catch Ning Fan’s eye, so the murderous intent in Ning Fan’s eyes had already surged out.

“Burial of Gods!”

With a clang, Ning Fan drew his sword, and then slashed it down suddenly.

Boom!

A blade light that was strong enough to tear the sky apart, spewing out an endless breath of destruction. This was the first blade Ning Fan struck out after the Great Dao of Destruction was perfected.

The blade light was all-powerful, tearing the sky and splitting the earth.

The Nine-fold Saint who was charging over was terrified. With the blessing of the Infernal Hell and the Perfect Destruction, Ning Fan was like a lawless demon who wanted to level the world.

“Open it for me!”

The guy roared and punched out.

The fist light rose up like a pillar of light, shining like a star, and there was a powerful roar inside, as if a peerless beast was imprisoned in the fist light.

Strong, indeed strong.

But when the Nine-fold Saint punched Ning Fan’s blade light, he was shocked.

The skin on his face was rippled and wrinkled.

Puff, the arm that was fighting with Ning Fan exploded in an instant and turned into blood mist.

“Ah!!!”

The Ninth Saint screamed hysterically.

And this scene, in the eyes of the Ninth Saint who was fighting with Huang Yazi, was like a bolt from the blue, almost frightening him to death, and his soul flew away.

With one knife, he cut off one of his companion’s arms?

What kind of terrifying fighting power is this? The fighting power Ning Fan showed casually is already the top among the Ninth Saints.

This level is a nightmare for them!

“I will fight you!”

The Ninth Saint whose arm was cut off went completely crazy.

His arm, which had turned into blood mist, was flashing with golden light quickly. It was the spiritual power in his body that was nourishing the wound and healing it quickly.

He was panting, and his eyes had completely turned blood red.

Suddenly!

Drops of blood light appeared quickly around his body, floating without falling, shining brightly.